"Pile of good sounds marvellous." He counters, taking an interest in all she says. While Rosita's grandmother may have disapproved, Jacob is clearly delighted by all of this, how much sense it makes go have piled everything in like a layer cake when you're tired and recovering from not only being kidnapped, but with a broken arm to boot.

"Next time, I'll try to help you with that." He says, meaning rolling things up and preparing things the traditional way. He'd like to learn. He should learn to feed himself. It's been long enough.

"I like it when it's not just there to hurt you." Jacob says, "But I think the heat I'm used to is different from this. It smells very different."

There is something more citrus in this, probably from the lime she's told him is in it. The flavours he remembers from Henry's cooking are more earthy.

"And I'm afraid we don't have any sort of heat in English cooking at all. Probably because spicy things don't like the wet and the cold."